Bound To The Devil

Chapter 19 ????????

Luca barely had the strength to glare, but he did. And Damien—ruthless, possessive Damien—laughed, already planning the next lesson.

As Luca lay there panting, still reeling
from the overwhelming intensity of
his orgasm, Damien sat back on his
haunches and smirked. "Not bad,
kiska," he murmured, "for a virgin."

"And who says you know anything
about me?" Luca retorted, mustering
what little energy he had left to glare
defiantly at Damien.

Damien let out a dark laugh, amused
by Luca's spirit despite the boy lying
limp on the floor. He scooped the
younger man up easily,  his
feeble struggles.

"Manners, Little Lamb," Damien
chastised as he carried Luca towards

...

**

Luca lay still, his body sore, his mind reeling from the punishment Damien had inflicted upon him. Every inch of him felt claimed, branded by the man who had made him his possession. He should have hated it—hated Damien, hated himself for the way his body responded—but the fire in Damien’s eyes, the way his touch sent shivers through him, left Luca breathless with something dangerously close to longing.

Damien stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze dark and unreadable, watching Luca with an intensity that made his stomach twist. He was still bare-chested, his broad frame illuminated by the dim light of the chandelier overhead. The sight of his inked skin, the sharp angles of his face, the undeniable power in his stance—it all made Luca feel small, vulnerable, but at the same time, important. As if, in this moment, he was the center of Damien’s world.

A smirk ghosted across Damien’s lips. “You’re quiet,” he noted, reaching for the discarded silk tie and looping it around his fingers lazily. “Have I finally tamed my little brat?”

Luca turned his head away, biting the inside of his cheek. He wouldn’t give Damien the satisfaction of answering.

Damien chuckled, low and dangerous. “No, not yet. But you will be.”

He leaned down, his gloved fingers tracing the bruises he’d left on Luca’s throat, down his chest, pausing just above his heart. “It’s beating so fast,” he murmured. “Do you know why?”

Luca refused to answer, but Damien already knew. He pressed a kiss just below Luca’s ear, slow and deliberate, before whispering, “Because you’re starting to understand, printsessa. There’s no escape. You’re mine.”

The words sent a shudder through Luca, but before he could protest, Damien straightened and walked toward the door.

“Get some rest,” he ordered. “Tomorrow, we have something important to discuss.”

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The night was suffocatingly silent, but within Damien's mind, a storm raged. His possessiveness over Luca had reached an unbearable peak, an insatiable hunger that no amount of touch or control could satisfy. The way Luca had surrendered to him last night, his defiance melted into something more pliant, had only ignited a deeper, more dangerous obsession.

As Luca lay in his bed, the pale moonlight casting shadows over his delicate features, Damien sat beside him, watching. His fingers traced the curve of Luca’s jaw, the soft slope of his lips, and the hollow of his throat. His beauty was maddening. Otherworldly. Something so pure Damien almost felt unworthy of it—almost.

Luca stirred, his lashes fluttering, before his hazy eyes met Damien’s. For a moment, there was only silence between them, a heavy tension that clung to the air like a thick fog.

“You’re staring,” Luca murmured sleepily, voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Damien’s lips curled into a smirk. “Admiring, printsessa.”

Luca tensed at the nickname, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. He looked away, his fingers gripping the silk sheets beneath him. “You’re acting strange.”

Damien chuckled, a low and dangerous sound. “Strange? No, my love. I am merely intoxicated by you.”

Before Luca could protest, Damien cupped his chin, tilting his face up. His grip was firm, possessive. “I have a reward for you today,” Damien whispered, his thumb brushing over Luca’s lower lip. “You’ll see your sister. Under my conditions.”

Luca’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating. Hope and hesitation warred in his eyes. “You mean it?”

“I always mean what I say,” Damien purred. “But you will behave, won’t you, moya lyubov'? No tricks. No secrets.”

Luca swallowed, nodding slowly. His heart pounded against his ribs.

Damien leaned closer, his lips a breath away from Luca’s ear. “Good. Because if you even think about betraying me, I will remind you exactly who owns you.”

A shiver ran down Luca’s spine. He should have been terrified. Maybe he was. But beneath the fear, something darker stirred. Something he couldn’t name.

And Damien? He could see it. He could feel it.

“You’re mine, Luca,” Damien murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to his jaw. “Now and always.”